Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2012 05:32:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: don mumford
Subject: OLIVER'S ADVENTURES Chapter 18 (More Joey and Randy) by Donny Mumford
OLIVER'S ADVENTURES
Chapter 18 (Joey's Surprisse)
by Donny Mumford
As the days drift by routinely, it's business as usual with the regular
bathing and boners and all that goes with those deals. Occasionally I'll
wonder if I might be falling in love with Joey, but I don't know how to
tell if I am or if I've just grown close to him because of all the intimate
touching necessary in taking care of his hygiene and horny needs.
Fantasizing him being gay gets me chastising myself for building false
hopes. Joey and my fairly tight daily schedule doesn't fluctuate much. We
do a lot of laughing so it's mostly fun not drudgery, and then there's a
lot of studying every night too which would be drudgery except for doing it
together. We always study at night after all the nursing duties are
completed, both the regular nursing duties as well as the extraordinary
ones. I'm enjoying our time together although it doesn't allow me much
time to make friends. Joey seems to enjoy being with me too, although I'm
never sure. It's not like he tells me he thinks our time together is great
or anything like that, and the fact he's so dependent on me is maybe the
reason he seems to enjoy being together. We study in bed and often one or
the other of us falls asleep before we're done so we end up in the same bed
for the night. It's impossible to appreciate how comfortable the two of us
have become with each other unless you experienced our lives yourself. Our
physical closeness much of the time is probably accepted so readily by me
because I'm gay and very fond of Joey. Joey's comfort level, being
straight, is harder to understand. He's totally dependent on me for help
with every type of bodily function there is, but it's helped that we bonded
from the start. Since pretty early on we've been totally honest with each
other about everything, and that's helped us bond too. Our situation is a
unique and I personally think it's a beautiful thing too. He constantly
kids me about being gay and about how much I must be enjoying all the
nursing responsibilities that require bodily contact with him, and I kid
him about his helplessness and how he's a total pain in the ass to take
care of, which we both know isn't true. So Joey and me are closer than
close, but the only actual sex we do together is me jerking him off once or
twice a day. Okay, it's pretty much twice a day now. He, of course, is
incapable of reciprocating and that's fine, I don't mind. Our affection
for one another always seems to be there because of the necessity of our
physical closeness. We'll rest our cheeks or our heads together in bed or
bath, or whenever it's convenient and comfortable to do so; it doesn't seem
like we ever have an awkward moment because of physical contact, but
occasionally it seems Joey has things on his mind and he can be quiet for a
few hours at a time. I assume it's something to do with the loss of his
friend in the accident so don't intrude on his thoughts. We don't express
affection verbally, like saying, 'I love ya, man' or 'You're an awesome
friend,' although Joey's alway quick to say thank you for my help. We're
rarely sentimental is what I'm saying; it's much more likely we'll brake
each others balls about stuff for laughs.
Oh what the hell, I have a good time with Joey and I wouldn't change much
even if I could. He's never said it right out, but as I've indicated, I
think Joey's having a good time too, considering the situation he's
in. Obviously he'd rather not have two broken elbows and a broken knee cap,
but considering everything I think Joey's happy with the way things have
worked out. It's all about as good as one could hope for, but we're both
looking forward to Thanksgiving break just the same. We need a holiday
from college and to reconnect with our families. And for Joey, the most
important aspect of Thanksgiving break is he'll be getting all three casts
removed forever; maybe as soon as the very first day he's home. In any
case Thanksgiving break is still a couple of weeks away and Randy and I are
still unable to arrange a time and a place to get together. It's
complicated by two factors: one, Randy's busy schedule which includes
gymnastic practice, as well as a heavy college schedule and, two, my
responsibilities taking care of Joey. So we haven't hooked up yet, but
naturally I see him at practice and we talk. Other than that, Randy being a
junior and me being a freshman limits the opportunities for us to be at
same place at the same time. However, on the tenth day after the equipment
room blow job, Randy does have a break in practice. It's rare that the
equipment room isn't a busy place, but on this day apparently all the
planets are aligned just right or something and we do get together, sort
of. Randy arranged, as co-captain of the team, for the room to be off
limits while he's allegedly inventorying equipment. He looks over at me on
the other side of the gym nodding his head in the direction of the
equipment room and I let myself get excited that this might be finally
it. Sauntering towards the equipment room I'm hoping it becomes my
substitute for the truck bed on the loading dock with Frankie. The second I
walk through the door Randy grabs me and we recreate our make out of ten
days earlier, included him finger fucking me again, and another hickey for
my neck. All in all I get dizzy with sexual pleasure brought on by Randy's
sexual activities on my body. Then he unexpectedly gets down in front of me
and blows my socks off sucking my cock. It isn't as sexy a blow job as
Alexander's, but this is Randy sucking my cock and that's where my socks
getting blown off comes in. Randy is sexier than Alexander and I'm not sure
I can articulate exactly why that is, or if there's even that much
difference between them sexiness-wise, although I'd have to say Randy is
cuter, but Alexander is a extremely handsome boy too. They're quite
different looking, but they have one thing in common; they both like to be
in charge and control the sex and that's erotic to me. Alexander wasn't the
take charge type in Wildwood, but he's become the take charge type since
then.
Playing with Randy's beautiful blond hair while he sucks my boner is erotic
too and more than a little bit of a thrill, and it has something to do with
him being a junior and me being a freshman; at this university that's a big
deal. When I first laid eyes on Randy I thought he was the cutest, hottest
guy I'd ever seen; then, not only does he turn out to be gay, but he's
sucking my cock. I'm literally pulling a fistful of his hair stifling a
scream as I shoot my load. My shoulders shudder wildly as a strong stream
of cum fills his mouth; he directs my second spurt to the side of his head
as he swallows my first shot. Randy then puts my boner back in his mouth
and sucks out another mouthful of cum from my nuts with some of it drooling
out the corners of his lips. More sucking to totally milk my ball dry and I
need to sit down because I feel so weak. I'm sitting on a pile of floor
mats gasping for breath as Randy tells me that I have the best tasting cum
he's ever swallowed. I mumble, "I bet you tell all the freshman you blow
the same fucking thing." He laughs and again tells me my half-boyfriend's
a fool for not appreciating me. Hey Frankie, that's you he's talking
about. Jeez, I definitely need to chill with my Frankie fantasizing. Three
days after that blow job in the equipment room, I'm helping Joey hop on his
good leg from his wheelchair to sit at a table with the coaches when I spot
Randy doing that thing with his index finger, wiggling it towards him
meaning I should come to him. Pointing at myself to be sure he means me, he
nods his head, mouthing, 'Yes you, dummy.' I chuckle walking towards him
trying to be as casual as I know how. He puts his arm around my waist and,
walking me away from the main area, whispers, "I can get out an hour early
from practice today. My roommate's already left for our weekend
competition at Yale, soooo, do you want to play in my dorm room a little?
Do ya want another blow job or would you settle for me fucking your brains
out?" Swallowing hard then trying to say as a joke that I'm busy this
afternoon it comes out as a gasp instead. He says, half laughingly, "Don't
you dare disappoint me, Oliver. I've been all worked up about this from
the minute I knew I'd be getting excused early. I've thought up some
surprises for you 'cause you need a little bit of control in your sex life
and I'm just the guy to provide it." This has me very excited so I said
each word carefully, not wanting to stutter, "We're at a prestigious Ivy
League University so my choice is that thing you mentioned that involves my
brains." Randy replies, "Good choice. You know where my room is, I'll see
ya there about five o'clock." I'm excited yes, but also nervous and a
little scared; all the things I usually feel about any new experience, but
I managed to say, "Can't wait". Randy squeezes my ass quickly and then
he's off and running. It's exciting to know Randy's been planning this with
me in mind. Damn, Randy Rider fucking me, oh my God. My first fuck since my
Delaware trip and I'm horny for it. Then something makes me look up and,
from the other side of the gym, Joey's staring at me; he's the only one in
the gym who noticed Randy and me together just now. The gym's a beehive of
activity, everyone fully engaged in what they're doing, except Joey. Doing
a dumb nervous smile at him, Joey just stares back at me. He looks
confused or angry maybe, and then he turns his back on me to watch a
gymnast doing a floor exercise. Hmmmm?
That look from Joey is disconcerting. What could it mean? He knows I'm
gay and everyone in gymnastics knows Randy's gay, so if Randy has his arm
around my waist whispering to me, why would Joey care? You know what; I'll
ask him, it's that simple. 'Joey, why'd ya give me that look when I was
with Randy Rider, dude?' That's exactly how I'll put it as soon as we're
alone. For now I've got two hours all to myself. What a luxury. Fridays
are always the best day of the week anyway because I only have one course
scheduled for Fridays and then it's the weekend. Sweet! I'm going to get
a haircut now because Alexander's haircut don't look exotic, as Randy
called it, anymore. It's growing in ragged-looking and I want it to look
neat at the very least. And, this isn't to please Randy. Not just to
please Randy, I care about looking neat; well, I do sometimes. Driving my
mini to the campus barbershop a negative aspect of my life slips into my
consciousness. That fucking laundry detail! It's usually pushed back in
my mind. It's the one bad thing going on in my life right now and I can
handle it. Overall the situation has been almost okay the last few
weeks. Nothing has occurred like that big spanking of a few weeks back. Of
course, the world's biggest prick, Phil, insists on that extra little
humiliation for me every week now. The one where I need to lay my chest on
his desktop with my pants down after putting all the clean clothes away so
Phil can check to see I did everything correctly. He can't resist at least
a couple of hard smacks on my ass each week, but there hasn't been anything
like that real bad experience of a few weeks ago. All the same, I think he
is one sick motherfucker! Forcing the laundry mess out of my mind I park
the car and walk inside the barbershop checking out the guys. Zero cute
guys here and after my haircut I check out the street mall and don't see
any cute guys there either. It never ceases to amaze me how rare really
cute guys are. That fact makes me appreciate the boys qualifying for a ten
in cuteness, with Randy being right in the middle of that group.
Buying a coffee from a pastry shop and then taking it outside to drink
while I smoke a cigarette 'cause coffee and cigarettes go good
together. Sitting on a bench enjoying the thought of getting fucked later
this afternoon, I have a nice time imagining Randy plugging my ass with his
big cock. Ive got some nice boner action going for me from thinking about
being controlled sexually by him. With a hand in my pocket playing with
myself, I think more about my favorite topic, which is gay sex. Alexander
fucked me real good and exactly the way he wanted to do it too. But, like I
said, that was more than a month ago now and until today I thought I'd have
to wait until I saw Alexander over the Thanksgiving holiday before I could
experience that particular sexy thrill again; the one known as getting
fucked good. Damn, I'm glad Alexander decided he wanted to be a top! I
don't have to wait for Alexander to do me because Randy is taking care of
business and my balls buzz just thinking again about him doing it to
me. Then I think about something I've wondered occasionally; am I some kind
of sex fiend? Do I need sex more often than everybody else? Jeez, I gotta
hope I'm not since I've gotten laid exactly once since last June. We've
emailed each other, Alexander and me, and made plans for a night together
when I'm home for Thanksgiving so I have that for sure. We made those
plans the week after I spent two nights with him. He wants me to go with
him to some kind of a costume party at the private gay club he belongs
to. Maybe I'll even see Spunky again and I'd like to. It'll be great having
Alexander to do me again; I can compare it with the way Randy does me. Now
I'll have something to compare to Alexander's fucking. It's much different
than Chris' fuck was. As I finished my coffee I think, 'Hmmm, maybe
thinking about sex all the time qualifies as over-sexed even if I've only
been fucked once since June. Nah, that's stupid, I'm fine.' Finishing my
second cigarette my cell phone rings. It's Bob Numan, one of the gymnast,
who tells me he's taking Joey back to our dorm room early because Joey is
feeling sick to his stomach. Joey asked him to call me so I can meet them
there. I'm concerned about this because it's so unlike Joey; he always
perseveres through all kinds of unpleasant aches and pains without a
whimper. Whatever this latest problem is it must be serious, especially
since he asked to leave gymnastic practice, and he loves practice so that
tells me it's serious right there. I run all the way and get back to the
dorm before they do. Sitting on the steps outside the dorm I'm apprehensive
with a nervous stomach, also I'm trying to remember what my Ass Group
instructional booklet said about emergency medical care. Then Joey's
wheelchair comes around the corner and I of to meet them. "Hi, Bob.
Thanks for bringing Joey over here. What's up Joey? How ya feeling."
Joey's looking down as he mutters, "Can we just get inside, please." Bob
tells me Joey complained of being sick to his stomach and dizzy. After
thanking Bob again I get Joey inside.
Inside Joey says, "I think I just need to lay down. Will you lay with me,
Oliver?" I get him in bed on top of the covers and lay down on my side
next to him. On a twin bed you pretty much have to be next to whoever
you're on the bed with. Joey doesn't want to talk right now, but he
wiggles right up next to me, his back against my chest, and stays
there. His body's tense and stiff and that worries me, but if he won't talk
I can't very well figure out what's wrong with him. What the hell should I
do? Worried, as I said, but I also have this creepy feeling that something
isn't right here, and I only say that because Joey's acting differently
than ever before. So, something new is up, but what? As I was contemplating
that, I actually doze off for a while and then snapping awake and checking
the time; it's ten minutes to five and I'm suppose to meet Randy at five.
Joey's still right up against me as I ask, "You awake, Joey?" He mutters,
"Please stay with me Oliver. I'm still feeling strange." Well, what the
fuck can I do, he needs me so I put my arm over his chest and he snuggles
in even tighter. Damn, just feeling that hard ass of his up against my me
is hot, but I'm getting another frigging boner and my boner's the last
thing Joey needs to feel right now. Yeah, but he seems to be pressing
against it. Letting out a long, quiet wheezy breath, I try to relax
wondering how I can get a message to Randy telling him Joey's sick and I
can't meet him. The last thing I want Randy to think is I blew him off, and
I don't mean that kind of blow. Maybe he saw Bob wheeling Joey out of the
gym earlier. No, Randy wouldn't see that because he works out with the
seniors at another part of the gym so it's a long-shot he'll know the
reason I didn't show up. Fuck! Randy's probably waiting in his dorm getting
madder and madder at me. Why does this stuff always happen to me. I'm
frustrated, then furious, and then I feel guilty because Joey's sick; he is
sick, right?. Now why would I question that? Just disappointed I'm missing
out on this golden opportunity with Randy, I guess.
I haven't met many college students who aren't always tired because of all
the studying we do, as well as, too much partying. Partying is an unwritten
obligation for most college students. Sleep gets pushed aside, but with
Joey and me it isn't so much that we party a lot, but rather that the
gymnastic team takes up so much of our free time we're always up late
studying and doing assignments. Anyway, a college student laying in bed at
any time of the day or night will fall asleep; it's inevitable and that's
what Joey and me do too. Next time I wake-up it's quarter to six. I can't
tell if Joey's still sleeping or not, he's still laying right up against
me, but not moving so he's probably sleeping. I'm thinking if I can somehow
get over to Randy's dorm before six I'd be able to explain why I missed our
date. "You asleep Joey?" I ask quietly. He rustles around and mumbles, "I
was," and I ask if he'd be alright for fifteen minutes so I can run over to
tell Randy Rider something. Joey asks the time and when I tell him he
goes, "Oh, it's almost six o'clock. I'll be okay, but don't be long because
I'm still a little dizzy". Carefully I slide off Joey's bed and into the
bathroom to hurriedly try straightening up my appearance. My haircut's
still short of course, but now it's more of a normal short haircut. The
shaved outline around my hairline had grown in and after today's haircut it
blends in with the rest of my hair. Looking in the mirror at myself I do a
double take realizing my haircut's pretty much like Frankie's because it's
sticking up on top . Isn't that a coincidence and it makes me want to see
his red hair again, and everything that goes with it too, and sometime real
soon. Brushing my hair up like the barber did and it's basically a
flattop. How 'bout that. Hey, I gotta get going. Telling Joey I'll be right
back I leave the dorm and run the short distance to Randy's dorm and get
there a little before six. Joey isn't going with the gymnastic team on this
overnight trip, but the rest of the gymnastic team are leaving on buses
before seven o'clock. Randy's roommate is a team manager and he left
earlier today to be there for some reason or other. Knocking on Randy's
door, then after a full minute knocking again. Nothing but silence. I
missed him, but going downstairs I get the idea to check the equipment
room. Inside the gymnasium I hear something and when I look in the room
there's Randy standing on a stool reaching to get a duffel bag off a
shelf. I say, "Randy, I'm so sorry I didn't make it over at five o'clock,
my roommate got sick and I don't have your cell phone number so I ran over
here as soon as I could to tell ya I can't make it. I mean, um, well, you
know, I couldn't make it on time." Randy looks over his shoulder, "Yeah, I
heard about it, Oliver. No problem. come on over here." He looks so cute
standing on that stool wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, gym shorts, and
sneakers. His body's so perfect I want to wrap it up in my arms. He's
wearing a baseball cap turned backwards on his head. When I walk over, he
says, "Closer, Oliver. I want a hug." It's odd because standing on that
little stool he's now a couple of inches taller than me, instead of the
other way around. He hugs me wrapping his strong arms around me pinning my
arms to my side as he whispers in my ear, "You look good enough to eat. I
like your new haircut too." His lips move against my ear, then he licks my
ear and it gives me shivers all down my back.
Randy's voice is low and sexy as he continues whispering in an breathless
manner, his lips still caressing my ear, "You need to be under a little bit
of control to enjoy sex to the fullest, don't you Oliver? You like to be
told what to do, don't ya?" As I try to think of an appropriate response to
that I discover it's difficult to breath all of a sudden. He's being so
hypnotic I'm only able to sputter out, "What," which I always say when I
can't think how I should respond to something. He smells so good and so
sexy as I stand motionless, wrapped-up in his arms so tightly. Randy
whispers, "Don't you, Oliver?" and I nod my head up and down once. He
goes, "You're going to be my secret boyfriend, who I'm going teach some
sexy stuff. It'll get you so hot you'll have a hard time believing it, and
I do mean hard time. Do you want me to do that, Oliver?" What I want is to
stay wrapped in his arms listening to him whisper dirty sexy stuff in my
ear while I'm inhaling his aroma and pressing my thigh against his cock,
but what I do is nod my head again. It isn't a new thing for me to get
mesmerized by a hot sexy guy; I've realized for a while now that I like
being submissive to certain types, and Randy's certainly one of those
types. A mean tattooed leather freak with chains and whips would have me
running for my life, but someone like Randy who I know isn't dangerous can
really have his way with me. It's part of the reason I sometime worry that
I'm over-sexed. Actually, it's my dream to have a controlling gay lover.
If that someone turns out to be Randy Rider so much the better because I
can't even fantasize anyone hotter than Randy.
In a voice so low I can barely hear him, Randy says, "I have to meet for a
captains meeting in ten minutes so I can't do it now, but when I get back
we'll find a time and a place for me to fuck you like nobody's fucked you
before. You're going to experience sexual feelings you don't even knew
exist. You'll be whimpering my name and begging me to do you again." He
kisses my forehead and licks all the way across it as I'm panting, pressing
my forehead against his lips. "Lift your face, Oliver," and when I do he
sucks on my mouth, then just my top lip, then my tongue until I feel my wet
boner move in my shorts and all ten of my toes curl up tight in my
sneakers. Randy holds me against him with one arm and with the other he
forces his hand inside the waistband at the back of my pants and cups my
bare buttock, then squeezes it with his strong hand. I moan, "Ohhhh," then,
"Ow, that hurts". He squeezes once more and then just holds my buttock with
his finger at my hole as he sucks on my neck, under my chin. Pushing his
finger inside me my toes straightened out and I go up on them as Randy
roughly finger fucks me and as soon as the one finger is smoothly going in
and out of me he forces in a second. I sputter, "Ah, ahh, oh, that hurts
too...". His methodical penetration of my hole creates sweat for a natural
lubricant and he's soon penetrating deeper inside me with both fingers.
Every few thrust he massages my prostate with the tip of one finger and I
go, "Ohh, ahh, oh that feels good." A minute later I mumble, "I'm going to
cum, Randy," and right after that my back arches and my hips buck and cum
shoots from my pulsating cock as Randy continues thrusting his fingers far
up my hole while sucking on my neck. Another long moan from me as more cum
pumps up from my nuts and my shoulders shudder as my pants absorb another
spurt of spunk and it's a close call, but I almost black out. Shooting my
climax I'm standing on my toes making quiet squeals from the same throat
Randy's sucking on. It seems as though I shot out an awful lot of cum
saturating my jockey shorts. I squeeze out a lot of spurts, big and small,
filling-up my shorts with my creamy spunk. Everyone of those shots was so
hot and felt so good I'm still moaning quietly leaning into Randy as if my
life depended on it. Such an excellent feeling and it lasted quite awhile
too, but I'm jittery now that the waves of pleasure have abated.
Randy pulls his shorts and underwear down on his thighs, and says, "Suck me
off quick, Oliver. I only got a few minutes." I don't even think of
protesting; Randy has spoken. With him on the stool still, I get on my
knees with my head back and it's a more comfortable position for sucking
him off then when he's standing on the floor; I need to hunch down then.
His crotch smells so excellent because he'd taken a shower recently, but
it's his real odor that I'm smelling now, not soap and not sweat, just
him. His cock's already as hard as mine got before I blew my load. Getting
right into it I lap his balls a few times, then really got into rimming
him, getting my tongue up inside his hole about an inch. Randy groans, "Oh
fuck, yeah," and a minute later "I can't wait any longer, Oliver. Suck my
cock." and that's what I do until it's sloppy with spit and he pulls my
head, pressing my face against he's pubic hair, then he fucks my throat
rapidly. He fucks my throat in almost a frenzy with me almost losing
consciousness from lack of oxygen. He fucks it until he cums and it's a
big, long load of spunk choking me. As I'm gagging, like last time cum is
sucked up my sinuses and out my nose. His cock is thrusting roughly,
ramming down my throat, back and forth shooting shorter spurts of cum as
Randy loudly exhales the breath he's been holding through his orgasm. My
nose is stuffed with Randy's spunk so when he withdraws his cock, stroking
it, I blow through my nose real hard, stopping up my ears, as cum sprays
out both nostrils and when my airway's clear I inhale delicious
oxygen. Everything sounds like it's coming from far, far away until my ears
drum pop and I can hear clearly again.
Randy's hyperventilating, taking fast little breaths for maybe a minute as
I sit back on my heels and look up at his cute face. Then, maybe a minute
later, he slows down to take deep breaths and his body relaxes as he looks
down at me, saying, "Oh wow, Oliver, I love you sucking my cock. But damn,
I was so excited about fucking you. Well, it won't be long my skinny buddy,
soon as we can arrange it I'll fuck you hard. I'm gonna be rough with you
because I can see you crave it like that. I gotta run now though. Oh, by
the way, I'm getting back with Danny, but don't worry I'm gonna have me a
cute freshman on the side. I would'a told you about it this afternoon, but
you're roommate got sick. We'll talk when I get back." Then he takes a
used Kleenex from his pocket and wipes at my face and nose with it for a
bit. Giving up on the cum clean-up, he mumbles, "Oliver, we're going to
have so much fun. Trust me. You need a controlling influence in your sex
life and I'm going to be it. Wait till I tie you up tight, and then fuck
you hard. Think about that. You have no idea how hot I'm going to get
you." I'm in a silent daze as he leans down and gives me a big kiss on my
lips; then, instead of leaving, he lifts my head with his index finger
under my chin, muttering, "Whoa. I've been trying to build a hickey on your
neck that will match the one I saw on you after the three day weekend. This
hickey I got going on you is pretty good, but," and he leans down to suck
on it some more. Sitting still for him, he sucks on my neck for almost
another full minute as I inhale his aroma and feel my dick firming up
again. Moaning quietly with my hands holding onto Randy's shoulders, he
could be a vampire and I wouldn't care because I'm totally under Randy
Rider's spell. As far as I'm concerned whatever he wants to do to me is
fine with me. When he's done he gives me the warmest, sweetest smile,
saying, "I'm so lucky, Oliver. You're the most perfect boyfriend on the
side ever," and he's off and running.
When I watch him leave, I move over and sit on the same stool Randy stood
on, and try clearing my head. I honestly feel like I'm hypnotized. It's the
dreamiest feeling and it has everything to do with Randy whispering to me
and holding me so tightly in those strong arms of him. My hole's burning a
little now and my hickey stings, but I'm in a sexy, dreamy mood just the
same. Actually, I sorts of feel glassy eyed for a while and then the fog
begins to lift and I notice the wet cum in my pants has cooled off, and
think, 'Boyfriend on the side? What'd he say?' Standing now, I walk
unsteadily over to lean up in the lavatory at the end of the hall.
Checking my watch, I've been gone a half hour, so I run back to the room
hoping Joey's sleeping again. He isn't sleeping. He's laying on his side
staring at the door as I walk through it. "I've had to take a piss for
quite some time, Oliver. Where you been?" He has watery eyes and that
crying-whine in his voice. What the hell's going on with Joey? I tell him
I'm sorry to hear that, but Randy was telling me about his gymnastic team's
competition at Yale and I lost track of time. Joey has this funny
expression on his face and I'm feeling guilty for lying, so I babble
something about maybe Randy and me can be friends, "You know, Joey, like
gay friends". He sputters out, "Don't tell me about your fag stuff. I
don't want to hear it and please don't be so fucking obvious and gross. Put
a bandage over that disgusting hickey and change your pants." Looking down
I see a wet cum stain has soaked through near my right thigh. Joey
finishes with, " But, before any of that, I need to take a piss!" He's
never been in this kind of bad mood before so I just keep quiet and help
him pee. Holding his dick for him so he doesn't pee outside the toilet
bowel, like I always do, but this time we don't rest our heads next to each
other. He's very tense, his body's like a taut wire. "Do you want to get
some dinner, Joey?" I ask in a quiet voice. He answers in an annoyed one,
"If you can spare the time, yes I would. Haven't eaten all day." We finish
his piss, then I put a bandage on my hickey, change my underwear and jeans
and push Joey's wheelchair through the chilly evening to the dining hall in
silence. Joey had breakfast with me this morning and he'd said he wasn't
hungry at lunch, so it isn't my fault he hasn't eaten, but what would it
accomplish reminding him of that?
We have a quick, silent dinner and then back to the room where I ask if he
wants to go to a mixer at a big fraternities on campus; they've been
promoting it all week. It's at one of the boat houses on the river and
they'll be a live band, roast beef sandwiches, and a keg of beer. Joey
mumbles something about preferring to go on line because he needs to
connect with real friends. The way he said it implies he doesn't have a
real friend here, I guess. Not wanting to fight with him, but I have no
idea why he's mad at me. Well, I don't want to go to the mixer alone and I
can't leave him anyway so what the fuck, I'll go outside to smoke and try
to figure out what's going on here. It's a little too chilly outside to
really enjoy sitting on the step smoking, but I can't come up with anything
better to do and I don't want to be in the room with him while he's in this
miserable mood. While smoking my second cigarette my cell phone rings and I
see it's Frankie. So, Frankie's calling me. That's odd because Darleen
forbid him to even email me, never mind call me. Hmmm, "Hello, this is a
strange coincidence because I know another guy named Frankie Nerney. This
couldn't be he, however, because his girlfriend won't allow him to
communicate with the likes of me. The Frankie Nerney I know has the
brightest, shiniest red hair I ever saw and he wears Harry Potter glasses.
He is so cute I can't even tell ya. I got my haircut just like his, so
what do ya think about that? What color's your hair stranger?" Frankie
says, "Oliver, don't be like that. I'm your Frankie and I called to tell
you that you've been right about everything from the start and that the
girl you mentioned is now really, really, really history; she's yesterday's
news and outa-here baby! I swear to you it's true. It's you and me now,
Oliver, you and me. Is that okay with you? You got your haircut like
mine, really?" Frankie has a cute voice. I probably mentioned that thing
about a boy's voice before. Yeah, seriously, guys can have a cute sounding
voice, and I don't mean cartoon-character cute, but youthful and boyish and
excited and maybe a little squeak in it if he gets nervous or speaks too
quickly, like that. Frankie always sounds cute, in person or on the phone.
I bite my lip and squint my eyes because Frankie wiggled his way into my
heart early on and I learned what I think being in love is from the way I
feel about him, that's what I call love. He also has caused me more
heartache then any other person on the planet 'cause love hurts too, ya
know.
Remaining calm because I'm maturing a little now and because Frankie has
built my hopes up a number of times before, then sends them crashing down
the next day. Keeping it light, I go, "This is my Frankie, you say? The
boy who I worked with on the loading dock and swapped spit with and the one
who's pubes I had to cut off to get to a splinter near his nuts so I could
save his life. That Frankie? Is that what you're telling me?" I'm a
little nervous, but my voice doesn't sound nervous. My fingers are shaking,
my stomach's turning over and I pretty much don't know what to do or say,
but my voice doesn't sound nervous; I don't think it does anyway. Frankie
is always catching me totally off guard, and that holds true for as long as
I've known him. He doesn't do it on purpose I don't think, it's just him.
I want to start the whole conversation over from the beginning and stop
trying to be funny. I want to say, 'Thank God Frankie, I love you,' but it
isn't so easy to do after being disappointed in the past with Frankie. He
says, "Don't be mad at me Oliver. You have reasons to be mad at me, but
please don't be. You were right about you and me. I'm only sorry I couldn't
see that sooner." I told him I'm just messing around like we always use to
do, but that I'm happy to hear from him and that I'm not mad at him.
Frankie's acting very contrite, but the call soon begins breaking up
because my cell phone needs to be charged. He makes me promise to drive up
to see him the first day I can during Thanksgiving break, which of course I
promise to do. When we say goodbye I think the last thing he says is, 'I
love you, Oliver,' but it's hard to tell because the signal is very weak.
But seriously, it sorta sounded like that and what else could it have been?
Naturally I light up another cigarette right after saying goodbye because
I'm wired now and don't know what to make of it, and lighting a cigarette
is at least something to. Standing up and walking in a circle trying to
figure out how I should feel about this. Was this finally the real thing
like Frankie said it was? Do I still love Frankie like I thought I did a
couple months ago? I know I don't love Alexander, especially the new
Alexander, but sex with him is almost as hot as it gets. I kinda get off
on his bossy ways, ya know. I'm definitely infatuated with the idea of sex
with Randy, but not necessarily Randy the person, per se. Wonder if I could
ever fall in love him with? Don't know, but he's funny and nice and awfully
cute. And, what about my little brother Joey inside the dorm there? My
Joey with a hair up his ass about something at the moment? How do I feel
in my heart of hearts about Joey? I've never let myself really ponder too
deeply into those kinds of feelings about Joey because I've been pretty
sure he's straight from day one. I always thought Frankie had gay
tendencies so I let my fantasies about the two of us wander all over the
place. This latest Frankie development is very exciting though, and I want
to share this news with someone, maybe with Joey. But why's he mad at me
anyway? I'm going in and find out right now! Joey's still emailing with
his high school buds so I sit on my bed staring at his back. What could be
wrong? I should be the one who's pissed-off at him for the way he's
treating me, and after everything I've done for him! But, ya know, I
really care for him and I'm worried he's acting like this because he
received some bad news or something like that, and he's just taking it out
on me because he's frustrated and helpless and doesn't know what else to
do. Truth is, he has to have a good reason for acting like this. Joey's too
sweet a kid to act like a dick. I know him by now so something has gone
wrong in his life and I'm going to help him with it. I'm sticking by Joey!
This Frankie thing popping up in my life again should have me jumping for
joy except I'm cautious now. Frankie has issues that keep getting in the
way of logic and getting in the way of the obvious too. But damn, he makes
me tingle all over and I want to taste his saliva again and feel his red
flattop and rub my nose against his forehead to inhale his wonderfully sexy
natural odor. Frankie makes my knees weak and my pecker hard and my balls
vibrate and my stomach feel funny. He fucked me that time, although he
needed my assistance to get started, but he finished it and I can't ever
remember a stronger climax than the one he gave me with that erotic
screwing; screwing me with that perfect hard cock of his. Having Frankie's
cock inside me was an indescribably delicious feeling and my whole body was
alive with the kind of sensations I normally only feel just in my dick when
I climax. My whole body felt that way when Frankie fucked me. I'm enjoying
this trip down memory lane with Frankie and me headlining the show, when
Joey asks, "Why are you staring at me, Oliver? I can feel it on the back
of my neck." I tell him I'm waiting for him to finish his on line business
so I can talk to him about why he's treating me so badly. Joey rolls his
dark blue eyes and shakes his head slightly, then slowly says, "I study
with you every night so I know how bright you are, how your mind absorbs
the material, analyzes it and comes up with the proper conclusion so
quickly, it amazes me. I thought I was smart in high school, but you're
smarter, I can see that, but you don't know shit about real life. You're
dumb when it comes to common sense." And now he has tears in his eyes as he
finishes by saying, "Something must have disconnected in your brain and you
simply can't read people. I'm not sure what it is, Oliver, but something is
fucked up in your head. Nobody can be this dense." I go, "What?" and Joey
says, "Do you really think, in your wildest imagination, that a straight
kid would do all the sexy things with you that I do? Well, do you?" I say,
"Huh?" He shakes his head again, and says, "I'm gay. I've been gay. I've
know I'm gay for a few years, but I want to stay in the closet until I feel
more comfortable with it. I'm not like you running up to everyone you see
announcing, "I'm gay, I'm gay!" I mutter, "I don't do that. You're gay?"
Joey uses a patient voice, saying, "I know you're surprised, Oliver, that's
what's so weird. Don't ya see it? I love all our physical contact as much
as you."
My head hurt as I try to remember to keep my mouth closed because when
something takes me competely by surprise my mouth hangs open like I'm a
toad. "So, you're saying you're gay. Right?" Joey's frustrated now,
"Jesus H Christ, Oliver, how much plainer do I need to be? Yes, I'm gay. I
didn't know I was gay at age nine or whatever age you claim you knew it at,
but I've known it for awhile now. When I started dating at sixteen or so
my buddies and I would discuss our dates from the night before and I'd be
like, to myself, 'I must have the wrong girl'. My friends were all worked
up talking about copping a feel and so forth while I'm thinking how gross
it was to French kiss with my date, and copping a feel never even entered
my mind. Staying stupid, I say, "You did a lot of dating with girls?" and
Joey begins talking to me now like he's explaining something to a four year
old. "Yes, I tried dating girls for a year or so, but I came to understand
that I enjoy looking at my best friend's mouth while he explained 'almost
getting in his dates pants,' much more then anything he had to say about
what was in the girlfriend's pants. I realized I wanted to French kiss his
mouth, my friend's mouth, not the mouth of a girl on a date. The last girl
I dated really had a crush on me and she finally had to take hold of my
wrist and put my hand under her blouse because I just couldn't make myself
make a move on her. I pulled my hand away so fast it was like I touched a
blow torch. Her nipple felt gross, with all those little bumps around it
and I almost hurled. She called me a queer." Still hardly believing my
ears, I ask him how many people knows he gay and he says that no one
officially knows it except me now. He does thinks, however, that his two
best friends have to know, but they've never come out and said it directly.
Joey says that they make general comments about how they don't care if
someone is gay and stuff like that. I ask Joey why he's telling me all
this now. Ya know, if I'm so dumb I didn't see it, why not stay in the
closet and let me stay ignorant of the fact your gay? Why tell stupid old
me?
Joey's eyes softened and he speaks sweetly now, "Don't be hurt,
Oliver. I'm sorry if I insulted you. It's just that I got frustrated that
you didn't recognize the situation and I guess I didn't know how to handle
it either. Then I saw Randy with his arm around your waist and you gushing
at him and I got pissed-off, um, jealous actually." I go, "I wasn't
gushing! I was listening to him." Joey went on to tell me that he heard
one of the gay gymnast say that Randy was taking another freshman under his
wing beginning at five this afternoon. Joey said hearing that made him so
jealous he felt sick. He quietly says, "That's what I was sick about. But
then you stayed with me back here on my bed and I started to feel better
because you passed up the five o'clock meeting with Randy. I didn't want
you with him."
Joey has tears in his eyes again when he finishes with, "Then you left me
for over half an hour and come back faced with a wet spot at your crotch
and that big hickey on your neck like Randy branded you as his boy.
Oliver, I love you. I fell in love with you. I'm in love with you right
now. Do ya know what I'm saying?" My mouth is open again and my brain's
telling me to say, 'what?' but I don't. I managed to say, "I love you too,
Joey. Honest to God, I think of you as my little brother." He makes a
face at me and almost laughs. What I said isn't what Joey wanted to hear of
course; brotherly love isn'y what he's looking for. He laughingly comes
out with, "Well, that's a start, but it's a far cry from, 'I'm in love with
you too, Joey'. What the hell, I'll take that for now because you're my
captive roommate and I've got plenty of time to make you fall in love with
me. You don't have a chance, Oliver, you're going to fall in love with
me. I'm not usually as easy going as I am since I've known you, I'm like
that with you because of my handicaps from the accident. I'm a competitive
guy and I'm giving you full warning, I'm gonna make you love me. You got no
chance, dude." He's being playful now, which is more like himself, and a
huge smile brakes out on my face. I really do love the kid, I told you
that before, but being in love with him? Hmmmm, I don't know about
that. It's so damn flattering to me, but weird too because I've been in
Joey's place and can understand his frustration. I feel the same way about
loving Frankie and not feeling that kind of love in return. Joey and me go
into this long bull session. We talk about the frustrations we experienced
being gay in secret, like I mostly am back home. The frustration of loving
someone who maybe don't love you back. I told him that the only place I'm
open about my gayness is here at college, and with Frankie. Obviously the
boys I had sex with knew I was gay, but it's not like we discussed it or
anything. I told Joey about Cristobal and my first gay experiences with
him, but I don't mention my neighbor, Edward, or my brother, Christian.
Joey told me some of his fantasies because he hadn't had any real life gay
experiences to share, except me jerking him off. We got a little silly with
the fantasy area. Fantasies can get out of hand, but they're fun. I got us
a couple of cokes and we shared some cigarettes. No smoking in the dorm
rooms but we do it anyway. I open the window as our consession to the no
smoking rule.
It was fun to talk openly about gay stuff with another gay boy. Joey and I
were back to being best buds and we kidded each other about our skinny
bodies and then complimented each other about other aspects of our bodies
or looks that we thought were good. I go a little overboard complimenting
Joey on having a great penis, but hell, he does have a great one. It's big
and uncut and picture perfect. Then he comments on my very, common, and
average looking dick and he does it with a straight face at first, making
me frown thinking he making fun of me? Then he laughs at what a nerd I can
be. "Oliver, you take everything anybody says as the gospel truth, at face
value. I'm teasing you. I mutter, "I knew that. I was teasing you back."
We'd been talking and joking around for almost two hours when out of the
blue Joey says, "Okay, Oliver, I've worked up the courage to ask you
something. Will you have sex with me right here, right now? I've never had
sex with anyone; well, unless I count you jerking me off, which I do count
by the way. Will you fuck me?" Ha! I certainly have no problem with this
request, but I want it to be special for Joey so I ask if it wouldn't be
better waiting until he's out of the casts? He goes, "It'd be better except
I'm kinda hot for you even if you're not hot for me, and I don't want to
wait." I bite my lip and mumble, "I'm hot for you, Joey; seriously hot for
you. I don't have a condom though, and I think we should use one." He says,
"You won't catch anything from me, I've never had sex of any kind," and I
think of the time I said that same thing to Cris. I go, "But I've had sex a
couple of times without protection," and he goes, "Please, Oliver..." I
shrug, wanting to do it too.
Taking a big breath I smile at Joey helping him get up from his desk and
steady him as he hops to his bed on his good leg. As he leans against the
bed I pull down the covers, then try doing everything slowly and
deliberately the was Alexander does everything because that was sexy to
me. Putting a The Killers CD on low; it's the 'Sam's Town' CD. I've liked
'The Killers' since middle school. Joey watches my every move without
saying a word, his big dark blue eyes shining. Taking it slow I get his
clothes off and when he's stark naked lightly run the palms of my hands
from the back of his neck across his shoulders and down his sides to his
hips and over to his belly button and down around his hairless pubic
area. Joey takes a deep inhale and holds it too long, but when his face
gets red he begins letting his breath out slowly, then mumbles, "I'm
nervous, Oliver," I cup his nuts in my hand and squeeze hard enough that he
scrunches his face, then quietly I say, "That's the pain part, the rest is
the pleasure part, and it's okay to be nervous your first time. I know I
was, but there's nothing to be nervous about as you'll see." With the
palms of both hands, bending my knees I rub down the outside of his legs
and up the inside, rubbing gently up to his cock and balls and fondled them
again until he moans, "Ohhhh," and his shoulders shudder. Stroking his
cock, then sucking it into my mouth I savor the taste and lick round and
round the head while sucking on the shaft with my lips and it gets hard
quickly, so does my cock. Joey's aroma I know very well from my intimate
hygiene care of his body. It's different from Randy and Frankie's, but just
as sexy in a different way. When his cock is a hard, stiff boner, I slowly
stand up and quietly ask, "Is it okay if I kiss your lips?' and he gasp
saying, "Yes," so I slowly move my lips to his and kiss him gently. Then
holding the back of his head, I kiss him wetly with my tongue splitting
between his lips and he opens his mouth slightly so I can slide my tongue
against his, and he moans again, "Oooh." Sucking his tongue and trying for
a French kiss that Joey at first doesn't participate in, but then he does
and it's delicious. Breaking the kiss I'm staring into his eyes stroking
the fore skin of his cock slowly, moving it on and off the head until he
grunts and a big glob of pre cum drools over my fist as Joey's shoulders
shudder again and a low moan escapes his throat. His eyes are half closed
and I wonder to myself if he feels the trance-like state I get into so
easily. Letting go of his boner I watch it it bobbing in the air for a
second, then slowly undressed myself and give my own stiffy some
strokes. Joey's been turning me on for weeks now and how often I've
fantasized putting my cock between his hard butt cheeks. My cock's so hard
the skin's shiny as Joey stares at it now while I slowly unscrew the cap on
the creamy Vaseline to use as lube. My boner is just your average,run of
the mill variety; six inches long and not that big around, but it's
straight as an arrow, sticking out from my small pubic patch. I like my
pecker even though I know it's not special.
Joey doesn't look frightened of my boner like I am looking at his huge one,
I'm a little bit scared of it and a lot intrigued by it. It's not quite as
big as Pete's so I can handle it if he ever gets the urge to use it on
me. Helping Joey and his boner get up on top of the bed, then helping him
roll him on his side facing away from me, I push a glob of Vaseline up his
hole with my finger. We've done this many times, but still there's a shiver
of his body raising goosebumps on his ass followed by a quiet moan, and a
murmured, "That feels good, Oliver." More Vaseline goes inside him with me
moving my finger in a circle spreading it around good. Then a half dozen
deep finger penetrations with one finger, and then with two fingers
resulting in another shoulder shudder and a quiet whimper of pleasure from
Joey. Damn, I'm anxious but make myself stay methodical hoping it builds
the sexiness with Joey that it did with me when Alexander did it to me this
way. His rectum has plenty of lubricant and I've loosened his anus a
little, but I go back to doing deep fingering of his asshole again because
it's turning me on and Joey said it feels good. Joey moans, making a long
hissing sound, then mumbles, "If I could reach my dick I'm stroke myself
off. You're making this so sexy for me Oliver, I never thought it could be
this way." Copying Alexander, I go, "Shhh," as I'm climbing up on the bed
behind him and put my arm over his side and guide the head of my rock hard
boner to his hole and just spread the lips of his anus with the head. I'm
very excited myself and Joey's buttocks sort of humps a little as I push a
bit harder against his sphincter muscle. Quietly I say, "Real relaxed Joey,
like you get when I'm putting ointment in your bum hole" he repeats himself
from earlier, "I'm really nervous, I didn't think I'd be, but I am."
Trying to get him to relax, I get up on my elbow and lean my face over to
look at the side of his face, "Turn your head toward me, Joey," when he
does I stretch my neck and kiss him on the lips and this time Joey kisses
back right away with his tongue on mine. I whisper, "Slow going, Joey. I'm
going to do it slowly, stop me if it begins to hurt, and you taste good,
like I knew you would," and I go back for another kiss that Joey gets a
little carried away with, sucking my tongue, moving his head, and it's
awesome. I've wanted to do this with him for weeks and weeks now and it's
everything I'd hoped it would be.
I'd had that great climax about three hours ago with Randy, but that's the
only one I had all day so I'm pretty much back up to fully loaded and I'm
very aroused by Joey. Right on cue precum drills out of Joey's anus from my
cock head that's still spreading the lips of his asshole. There's plenty of
lube in his hole already, but the precum is extra lube and I push my cock
head fully in past his anus lips and need to stifle a moan of pleasure that
might have scared Joey. He goes, "Mmmmm, ooooh," so far so good. Exerting
more pressure my cock slips inside an inch and Joey's like, "Ahhhh, oh, oh,
oh. That hurts Oliver." Rubbing his shoulder, I wait a minute then very
slowly, a quarter inch or so at a time, push my boner up his ass. Not
surprisingly, it's very tight and feels awesome, plus it's Joey ass!
Joey's first time and I get to take his cherry, like Cristobal did for
me. I don't want to hurt him though When those muscled buttocks of his
squeeze tightly on my boner I need to concentrate not to start humping in
and out right then, this really is fabulous on my boner. Each time I push
in a half inch Joey involuntarily tightened his buttocks and I bite my lip
to keep myself in check with the moaning, but man this feels fantastic. I
push my boner in slowly like this with no further complaints of pain from
Joey, which is a very good indication things are going to go good. Finally
my pubic hairs are squished firmly up against his fantastic hard muscular
buttocks. His body's as stiff as a board so I guess it hurt some, but he's
a determined kid when he sets his mind on something. Then he confirms my
suspicions by murmuring, "It hurt for awhile, Oliver, but not much and I'm
fine. I like the way I feel totally filled up back there and I like your
body against mine." I quietly say, my lips right on his ear like Randy did
to me, "It feels so good to me too, Joey. You have a fantastic body and an
excellent ass, if ya don't mind me saying so." He says, "I wish I could hug
you, Oliver. You know of course that this is making me love you more, the
way you're being so considerate and sweet about my first time. I'm glad
it's with you." Damn that's sweet and I kiss his cheek, muttering, "Thanks,
Joey. I'm waiting a bit so your rectum muscles can get used to my dick and
relax some more. There won't be any pain, just pleasure; pleasure for both
of us."
Soon there's no more mention of hurt from Joey, and he changes his tune,
"Oh it feels good now, Oliver, you were right. Really good and especially
because it's your boner filling my ass. Oh my God, it's so different, this
feeling is. I don't know how to describe it, it just feel so damn good
knowing part of you is inside my body. My dick's so hard I can't believe
it. Ohhh, it feels good." Chuckling to myself, I pull out some and he
squeaks as I push back in. It almost comical the different sounds he
makes. Then I pull back about five inches and push back in smoothly and I
suck air in between closed lips making a silly sound myself, but it does
feel fantastic. Joey groans in pleasure moving his hips back towards me
with the next penetrations until I get a rhythm going and Joey settles on a
regular, "Oh, Oh, Oh," with each thrust up his ass. This kid's got a great
ass, man this is so hot! Jeez, I'm loving it, it's everything I thought it
would be. Joey's making it obvious he's loving it too, which makes it that
much better for me. Fucking him faster now, my boner sliding tightly up and
back in his rectum smoothly and every couple of thrusts Joey tightens those
incredible musclebound buttocks and that squeezes my boner which gets Joey
and me moaning embarrassedly at the same time. We've been fucking for less
then five minutes but it's so hot fucking Joey's ass I already feel my
balls tighten up and move up towards my body. My nuts are heavy with cum
and I know my orgasm's close, much sooner than I would have liked for
Joey's first time, but I'm past the point of controlling my urge to climax,
it's on me strong and Joey's ass has a lot to do with that as well as his
sexy aroma, which is driving me mad with sexual arousal. This ass of
Joey's is such a freaking turn-on it's got me so worked-up I'm grunting,
picking-up the pace even more and start I very fast, hard, deep humping in
and out; the slapping of my groin noisily smacking up against his ass with
every hump. Joey's grunting, now going "AH!' with every slam of my boner
up his ass. I feel my cock swelling even more and my cock head throbs; I'm
going to blow my load and now I want to because I need to badly. I'm making
desperate sounds, almost whining, but before I have my building orgasm Joey
goes, "Oh my God!" and then, a long " Eeeeee..ahhh, um, um ,um," as he's
firing his cum up against the wall next to the bed. It splashes loudly
followed by a second fast moving steam of cum in a tight string with Joey's
moaning like he's in pain, his body bucking dangerously considering all his
healing limbs. I hold his back against my chest with the arm that's over
his side. I've never in my limited experience felt anything tighten on my
boner; it because Joey's musclebound buttocks, but it became even more
unbelievable when he shot off each of his blast of cum. With each of his
cum shots he tightened up his buttocks beyond belief and oh my God, I
squeal out as if I'm in pain now exploding cum into his bowels, then
another shot quickly follows as Joey says, "I felt that," then he goes back
to uttering sounds of pleasure as my boner slides back and forth in his
rectum easily with the extra slipperiness of my cum. Black dots flood my
vision as another load of cum rolls up my penis and fires into Joey,
joining it's brothers. I tighten my grip around Joey's chest hugging him
like he's my life raft as I continue humping his hole at at slower speed
now as my cum drools out of his ass making wet splat, splat, splat, splat,
sounds as our bodies collide and it gets kinda messy, but about as sexy as
I've ever experienced.
After a couple explosive minutes we stop flouncing around at the same time
and lay there sweating and panting and moaning, me still holding Joey
tightly with my cock still up his hole as far as I can get it, immobile
now. My crotch is dripping wet with my own cum and so are Joey's ass
cheeks. In the background I notice for the first time in ten minutes 'The
Killers' singing on the CD, it's the 'Read My Mind' cut, an awesome
song. It's playing just loud enough to be heard clearly and it becomes
hypnotic as I lay here savoring my orgasm with my cock feeling fine,
tightly up Joey's ass. Were still breathing deeply, sweat between his back
and my chest, my heart thumping fast against his back and his against the
hand I have spread over his heart. My heartbeat is almost matching Joey's.
I snuzzled my nose against the back of Joey's neck, the skin there's smooth
and smells so good, I put my leg over Joey's so I can hug him to me. Joey
finally mumbles, "I can hardly believe the way it felt on my dick when I
shot off," and he does a quiet, "Ahhhhh, ohhhh, I don't know, it was
indescribable it felt so good, Oliver." I mumble, "Me too, Joey, me too,"
thinking I'll probably remember Cristobal all my life because I had my
first gay sex with him. Maybe Joey will remember me all his life
too. That's a weird thought I guess, but it makes me feel good thinking I
may be in Joey's memory years from now, maybe when we don't even know each
other anymore. We lay here together comfortably with Joeys breathing back
to normal and his body melding into the nooks and crannies of my body and
it's very nice, but before my cock can firm up into a real boner again,
Joey reluctantly says he feel he needs to use the toilet. Probably thinks
he needs to take a dump. I pull out of him slowly with him whimpering and
telling me that it feels really odd back there now that my cock is out of
him. I quietly assure him everything is as it should be and that he needs
give it a little time and it'll be back to normal. As I say that I stare at
his ass, fascinated as my cum drools out from high up in his
bowels. Grabbing some tissues I wipe his hole for him noticing the lips of
his anus are a bit red and a little swollen. Helping him hop over to the
toilet on his good leg I ask if his hole is as sore, and he mutters, "Oh
yeah, a little, but it's worth a little soreness to climax like I just did.
Ya know Oliver, I got a lot of lost time to make up for. Let's set up a
schedule where you fuck me, hmmm, how about every two hours around the
clock". He's really back to his old joking self and I want to kiss him,
but he's sitting on the toilet straining a stool that he may be imagining
because it's his first time with a cock up his ass, so I just squeeze him
around his shoulders.
He doesn't poop so after getting him up and I take a pee, then suggest we
take a bath together, which he's all in favor of. I could have suggested
anything and Joey would probably have gone along with it. Getting in the
tub Joey tells me again how he can't wait to get his cast off so he can hug
me around my neck and we can make out till he cums in his pants. Now that
he's come out to me, he isn't holding anything back, he simply says
whatever's on his mind and it's usually a compliment for me in some form
and that's flattering. In the tub together we're Joking around a little
bit and Joey gets this idea that he should give me a hickey like Randy
did. I'm not apposed to it, but I want to give him one first. Joey says,
"Go for it, I've never had one," and I start sucking and licking at a spot
on his neck below his ear, thinking, 'I've never given anyone a hickey
before.' It's fun discovering how sexy it can get and while enjoying the
smell and taste of Joey I almost cream in the bath water; damn that's hot,
giving the hickey I mean, not the bath water. Sucking on his silky skin in
the same spot, licking and tonguing and then more sucking while Joey
docilely holds his head to the side for me the entire time. There's some
quiet moaning going on by both of us. I never imagined it would be this
sexy and Joey mutters he loves me when I finish. I've wanted some cute boy
to say that to me for a long time now, but I don't know how to properly
handle it now that someone finally has, and that's because It's Joey who
said it and I think I'm in love with Frankie, who may or may not feel the
same way about me. Being a brainiac I know that the earth travels around
the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles per hour and at the same time it
rotates on it's axis at a thousand miles per hour, so I'm blaming that for
me not knowing the proper response to Joey saying he loves me, it's because
I can't think straight being so fucking dizzy from all that spinning and
wicked fast moving the earth is doing. For lack of a better response, I try
honesty and say, "Joey, I think I'm in love with a redheaded boy named
Frankie who I worked with last summer, but I'm not sure I know what true
love is yet. I do know I've come to love you while taking care of you these
past couple of months, but I don't think it's the same as being in love
with you." He goes, "I guess I'm not sure either, Oliver, but we'll find
out together. How 'bout that?" I kiss the hickey I made on his neck, and
mutter, "Good plan, Joey." He's such a sweet kid.
It's Joey's turn so he begins giving me a hickey on the other side of my
neck from Randy's, and it's a damn sexy thing to give or get one so I
wonder how many other sexy things there are that I'm unaware of, and that
will be fun discovering as I gain experience with gay sex. It's exciting to
finally be sexually active, and so wonderful to share my body with another
boy while he shares his with me. One thing leads to another and the idea of
trying a bathtub fuck is enticing to both Joey and me so we try it. We both
have half a boner from the hickey activity and we both appear pretty hot
for each other, so mutual hand jobs raises boner on both of us, along with
some sexy kisses and we attempt fucking in a bathtub full of warm water. It
isn't easy as one might think, especially with Joey restricted in his
movements, but after some clumsy slippery attempts my boner plunges deep
inside Joey as he's leaning over the edge of the tub, half out of the
water. We're both on our knees with Joey's belly resting on the rim of the
tub, his head and arms facing the bathroom floor. He grunts when I plow his
ass with my boner, and I go, "Oooh!" It's tight and with only water as a
lubricant it hurts Joey early on, but the circumstances have me hot for
Joey so I let let grunt with the pain as I fuck him hoping the hurt passes,
and it does about two minutes later. "Feeling good now, Oliver," mutters
Joey, and just in time too because I don't want to hurt him for long and I
was just about to end this experiment. The pain in Joey's hole is soon
overwhelmed by the sexual pleasure of having a cock up there and he starts
humping his hips back at my thrusts and it's sexy as hell with the bath
water slushing all around us. God almighty, gay roommates at college; what
could possibly be better! It's an awkward rough fuck but my cock is loving
the ride and after maybe ten minutes of steady fucking, Joey moaning with
pleasure and me breathing hard and just about fainting from the fantastic
sensations from my cock and nuts, I all of a sudden feel an intense urge to
climax, squeal out in an embarrassing manner and shoot another orgasm, much
smaller than the first one, inside Joey's awesome ass. There's a minute
after climax that I'm overwhelmed with the orgasmic sensations, and I fuck
him wildly, which causes Joey to squeak out breathlessly as his cum comes
out in the water near the side of the tub and floats to the surface. I'm
dizzy again as sensations subside and I struggle to get Joey back fully in
the bath water sitting between my legs with his back against my chest and
my arm around him. He nestles in nicely and I kiss his hickey briefly as we
breath deeply and lay back enjoying the feel of our bodies together.
A few minutes of silently enjoying a contented feeling of being sexually
satisfied and Joey chuckles saying his asshole is very sore now so we'll
need to hold off on the screwing for a bit. I hug him muttering, "I'm sorry
to hear that, Joey." He turns his head and we kiss on the side of our lips
with him saying, "I don't care that my ass is sore because it's the best
kind of sore and I loved my first sex, especially with you, Oliver. I love
you." I give him a tight hug mumbling, "Me too," and at that moment I do
love him although it feels different than the way I love Frankie, and I'm
just being honest with myself about that. I turn on the hot water because
our bath is only luke warm by now and begin to wash first joey and then
myself. We're both quiet throughout the bathing and I hug him as the bath
water is draining. Then I use the handheld shower head to rinse us both off
with hot water and get him on his feet and out of the tub. Our bodily
contact seems sweeter now and maybe that's because I know for sure Joey
likes it as much as I do. We're both very tired though and after drying us
both off I get Joey in bed. "Lets sleep together tonight, Oliver." Good
idea. His hole is sore for sure though and I don't know what might help
with that so I gently rub in Vaseline just to do something. We cuddle
together in my bed and enjoy the feel and the scent of each other until
falling asleep.
We've fallen asleep together while studying, but this is much
different. Waking up and getting Joey in my arms is a wonderful way to wake
up and I can't believe how happy I am. Joey has a way of melding into me so
comfortably and so cosily, it's awesome and my dick stirs. He quietly tells
me he was so excited about our sex together he stayed awake an hour after
I'd fallen asleep last night. He says he kept it rehashing over and over.
His ass is still too sore for a morning fuck I imagine, so I don't mention
it and we're both pretty much sexually satisfied anyway. It's Saturday and
we have no classes; we lay in bed for a long time dosing off and
cuddling. Finally nature calls and we get up to use the bathroom and then
get a late brunch at the dining hall. We give each other little smiles
every few minutes, but we're in quiet moods and just hang around lazily in
the room watch television. It fun being lazy together and every so often I
wonder if maybe I am in love with Joey.
Joey and I get in a routine of daily sex, although we don't do it in a
routine fashion. Each time I fuck him it's preceded with lots of
affectionate foreplay and followed with cuddling and kisses. It seems like
love, and maybe it is. Whatever it is it's wonderful. As Thanksgiving break
approaches things are just about perfect between Joey and me, but on the
other hand I can honestly say that I'm still hot for Randy and curious what
he has in mind for us. We still haven't made up for that missed date and to
complicate matters Randy's comes down with the flu. One afternoon, while
Joey's with the gymnastic team, I go to see Randy in his sick bed just to
say hello. In a husky voice he says, "Let me feel that ass of your's,
Oliver." I get close to his bedside and he massages my ass from the outside
of my jeans, saying, "This is going to totally belong to me". He tells me
to stand still and, leaning over from his bed, he pulls my pants and
underpants down past my slim hips and tells me bend over. I don't know why
I do everything he says, it's almost like we're playing a sexy game, and it
gives me a buzzing in my balls doing it. I'm bending over his bed as he
stares in my eyes while putting his middle finger first in my mouth,
saying, "Suck it," so I tongue and suck his middle finger as we continue
looking into each other's eyes. Half a minute later, he says, "Open," so I
open my mouth and he takes his finger out and rubs it up the front of my
nose leaving my spit dripping from my left nostril as he casually reaches
over and shove that finger up my ass. I knew that's what he was going to
do. Holding me in place with his finger in my rectum, he pulls down the
covers, saying quietly, almost in a whisper, "Get your face in my crotch
and move it around until you can get my cock in your mouth." Licking my
lips I can feel my cock getting hard. As I lower my head I smell the three
day old body oder one gets without bathing for three days, but my nose goes
into the fly of his pajamas to open it up and I lap at his limp, damp
smelly cock until I lift it enough to suck it into my mouth, my eyes to the
side keeping eye contact with Randy. He has a blank expression on his face
as he begins finger fucking me and I begin sucking his cock.
When I've sucked a boner on him, he smirks at me and says, "Jerk yourself
off, but watch where you shoot," as he picks a sock off the bedside table
and tosses it near my boner, "Shoot in this." My cock is throbbing and hard
as wood as I begin stroking myself and sucking his cock. The triple
stimulation of stroking, sucking, and Randy's finger fucking while I'm in
this ridiculously hot submissive trance has me making pathetic mewing
sounds of pleasure and submissiveness. I can't help myself it's off the
charts sexy to me. I'm slurping on his boner, pulling my pud and squeezing
my buttocks tightly to increase the pleasure and it's so sexy hot I've got
tears of joy in my eyes. When Randy grunts and bucks his hips I taste the
first squirt of cum and scramble with my free hand to pick up the
sock. With his first long stream of spunk hitting my mouth I do a weak
girlie squeal and shoot the cum shot of my life into Randy's sock. I can
tell by the feel of the sock Randy's cum in it a few times himself. Oh it
it's fantastic when the cum's streaming out the shaft, then the head of my
throbbing boner. Another squeal around his boner and another long stream of
spunk and I'm weak with sexual pleasure. A few more spurts of cum from me
into the sock, and in my mouth compliments of Randy, and both of us have
dry nuts. He exhales a long breath, pulls his finger out of my ass and
forces it in my mouth next to his cock as he pinches my hair pulling my
head up off his cock and I suck on his finger to clean it; the acrid shit
taste is unpleasant until there isn't any left. He goes, "Pull up your
pants," which I do.
Someone's knocking on the door so Randy says, "When I get a chance I'm
going to spank you and then fuck you. Let whoever's knocking in and you go
out. Feeling foolish now, I nod my head and do what I'm told. It's two
gymnast at the door, I mutter, "I'm on my way out," as they give me a look,
like, "So?" as I squirm by them and walk down the hall towards the
steps. I'm ashamed at how I behaved with Randy, but I don't seem to be able
to help myself. He's a sexual magnet for me; I'm like the moth to his
flame, but I swear I want him to fuck me so badly. He's so fucking hot to
me and I'm totally intrigued. Like I said before, he's my vampire and I'm
under his spell. It's mysterious the way he gets me to do whatever he
wants and I always have a weird, sexy feeling in my groin whenever Randy
has his with me, but no way am I in love with him. As I wander outside to
smoke a cigarette and kill some time I think about the situation some
more. I'm positive I'm not love with Randy and wonder if I even like
him. On the other hand, Joey sure thinks he's in love with me. He likes to
talk about it too, non-stop. I can't imagine ever getting tired of hearing
a cute boy say he loves me. At times Joey will tell me how weird it is to
be in love and how confusing it makes everything. Like, now he feels he
wants to do whatever I want to do and of course I don't really like to be
the one deciding what we're going to do, so we can't decide on anything.
"You want to go to dinner now, Joey?" "I do if you do". "I don't care if
we go now or later," it goes like that. It's as if our roles are mixed up
up; I'm suppose to be the follower, not the leader. Joey says when he gets
his arms back to full strength he'll feel more in charge and maybe then
I'll fall in love with him. I say, "That'll be nice, Joey. I think I love
you anyway, maybe I can sort out my feelings over Thanksgiving vacation. I
also say its not necessary to be in love to have great sex together and he
says, "You'll find out it's the best sex ever when you're in love with your
sex partner." Maybe I will, and then I think how hot it is having sex with
Frankie, so Joey's probably right.
When it's time to actually get ready to leave for Thanksgiving break, Joey
gets all teary and tells he's going to miss me so much it hurt his stomach
to think about it. I go, "That's sweet, Joey, but you'll be getting your
casts off so concentrate on that." We have a very sweet goodbye fuck in bed
that morning. Boy, his cock's very big when he climaxes. We did it in the
missionary position with his arms under him and me laying on his back
fucking his muscled, hard buttocks for all I'm worth. This is going to
have to last us awhile. I shoot off inside him and then we roll on our
sides we hug and kiss and it's wonderful; we'll, actually I did hugging for
both of us but we kissed together. I really have mixed emotions; it makes
me feel good that Joey cares about me so much, but at the same time I feel
guilty about it too because I'm longing to see Frankie. Joey's really into
our spit swapping thingie that Frankie introduced me to. Joey loves that! I
finally get up and dress Joey and me, then pack both our satchels in time
for his mother to pick him up. Mrs. Gallo came bustling through our door
exactly at eleven o'clock, saying to me, "You've done a better job that I
thought you would, Arthur." Joey goes, "His name is Oliver, mother!" Her
face is looser than I remembered from our first meeting so I guess she
needs another Botox shot or two. That woodpecker face of her's swivels
over to give Joey a stern look, asking, "Who's Oliver?" Joey and I chuckle
as I wheel him to the car and get him situated with his seat belt
buckled. Then the collapsable wheelchair goes in the trunk. Joey glances
over at me, a forlorn look on his face as the car pulls away and I blow him
a kiss; he gives me such a sweet smile I might have a tear in my eye too.
It isn't long after that I finish getting my car loaded and I'm back on the
road again, heading toward Delaware, Frankie, and Alexander.
to be continued... Chapter 19
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